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Syd Me, Eric Me, Bobby Me, Shane Vince
620, 621,622,623,624. She paused as she gripped the cold handle of the door. Fearing nothing, but the appearance of guilt on her face. The seal was broken. She was now only inches away from he beloved husband. A fairly young blonde nurse was there making sure he was comfortable. She looked up and saw the raven-haired beauty. "Hi, you must be Sydney. He's been calling for you ever since he gained consciousness. Even in his sleep. Someone really did a number on him. Only god's grace could've kept him alive. Sydney raised her eyebrow. "Or a sick bastard's cruelty."
Sydney moved to the side of his bed. He was sleeping so peacefully. Sydney's hardened soul, had seen so much violence and pain, but seeing him slumbering. It reminded her of her children, though not biologically Patricia had adopted so many of his traits. As far as anyone was concerned she was his child, but as much as Sydney wanted to accept Patricia as Shane's child, she is a constant reminder of the torment that will forever plague her.
"Mrs. McMahon. Why don't you have a seat? It'll be a couple of hours before he is to wake up. Maybe you want to get some coffee or a snack." Sydney shook her head in response. The nurse took it upon herself to pour a cup of water. "Here this may help with the anxiety. I won't take no for an answer." Sydney practically snatched the cup from her and inhaled the water. She then gave Shane a kiss on his forehead and lips. She pushed the side rail down. She climbed into the bed and laid beside him. And slowly nodded off, not before she promised that he would never be hurt nor would he be alone.
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